Monday, 8 June 2009
When ASOS starts peddling Balmain on their website - that will be the day I shed a tear because clearly NO ONE HAD SUCCESSFULLY REINED THEM IN.
The three playsuits I have bought over the past weekend have failed to bring me any joy. For some reason this Monday has been even bleaker than usual.
Playsuit count: 3
Mood: GOODBYE CRUEL WORLD
(1) Topshop navy strapless floral print
(2) Topshop white rose print
(3) Uniqlo / Shipley & Hamos collaboration pale grey silk with zipper
I still believe that material goods and cold hard cash buys happiness. Mwahahaha.
Sunday, 7 June 2009
Decided to actually rise before noon today and do something productive. Inspired idea. Headed to the North London Vintage Fashion Fair in Primrose Hill with a friend in tow. As we walked up to the fair, I suddenly felt like Haley Joel Osmont from the Sixth Sense. Am I Bruce Willis? Do I see dead people??? No it was just 2 women who had taken the retro/vintage much to far. What a relief.
Things didn't get much better when we went inside and followed the scent of mothballs and the musk of aged fabrics. I want to make note that I LOVE vintage clothing but the clothing on display here belonged in a nursing home, not on anyone below the age of 88. Hmm. I thought perhaps I could make a Victorian collar floor length green gown work but then I saw my reflection and actually recoiled.
Went to a few charity shops on the way home and managed to get an adorable floral skirt for £8 at Traid Camden. Unfortunately my hair still smells like mothballs. Eugh.